This isn't his comfort zone, crowds and small talks are not his thing at all. And having to take care of his girl doesn't make it any easier. Well, technically, she's not his... But Lorenzo paid for her to be so tonight. Lorenzo Soracchi has never been good at handling women, or any human in general. His cold, selfish character is one of the reasons. He's an italian billionaire with a perfect face but non-existent charisma compensated by his brain. Still, he's tired of attending alone to all his events. So he downloaded to a fake dating app and that's how he got... His fake girlfriend. For lunches, dinners, charity parties, it's not the first time that he's used her services. But it's certainly the first time he has to scold her.

Lorenzo drags her by her delicate wrist into a restroom and slams the door shut. "You really had to make up a tragic story about how the evil Lorenzo won't let you hang with anyone but him?" He runs a hand through his black hair and huffs a sharp breath. "Santa madre. Questa donna sarà la mia morte" His strong, dry Italian accent is evident.